“Damien huh?” the old man snatched my clothes from my hands then threw them on top of his clothe bundle. He scanned my body the same way he did Gordon’s.
“Your wounds are pretty nasty … can you move your arms?” he asked still looking at my body and not my face. If he just knew how embarrassed I was getting at the moment and the fact that I didn’t like a bit about being stared at naked, he would just stop with the checkup.
“No, my left arm’s been broken” I grumbled uncomfortably.
“What’s with the mood, I’m helping you here” the old man looked at me in the eyes. He only lasted a second before he shouted surprised “What the heck is bloody wrong with your eyes?”
“…and you are just from Kinsha? A peasant village?” he asked
I nodded my head.
“Could you please turn around…” he said with
